“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(At about the same time Emir was mailed, Jane sent Richard Bach “a crazy poem” that she’d written a couple of days earlier. Sunday, Richard called us from either Nevada or California. He gave Jane the excellent news that wherever he went the Seth books were known, and that Jane truly was changing our society through her work. This sort of news always surprises us, I guess, because we must be more isolated than we know; also, the sales aren’t all that great, so I always wonder just what the person bases such statements on when making them. But Dick’s message was certainly a heartening one, and one I’d say that Jane could really use to good effect.

(I had three questions for Seth. 1: Jane’s weight, which I’d realized recently, had dropped without my noticing it. Seth’s recent remark, that she was beginning to gain weight again, had alerted me to it, although I’d noticed in recent weeks that Jane was much too thin—when I helped her put on a shirt, take a bath, etc. 2: What’s going on generally with her, physically, or as Jane put it “Why is it—her recovery—taking so long?” 3. At least a few words from Seth generally on the whole Emir thing.)

(“Good evening, Seth.”)

Dick Bach is correct: you are affecting your times far more than you may suppose—else how could you be so imitated, or how could there be so many instantly manufactured Seths? It seems that I spring like a genie out of each and every Ouija board. The quality of such material should show Ruburt by contrast the extent of his abilities, and he should not concern himself with any such matters, as far as worrying about them is concerned. They fall by the wayside because they do not have the strength to survive.

(Seth. above, referred to a manuscript we received today, in which the coauthors claimed that Seth would do the introduction, and so forth. The book also contained much Sumari and speaker material.

(“I have another question,” I told Seth before he could say goodnight. “It’s about my dream last Sunday morning, when I was climbing the church steeple that reached way above me into the sky. Only I couldn’t do it and came back down.”)